Justice league x reader oneshots

Batman x reader

If I told you what I was, would you turn your back on me? And if I seem dangerous, would you be scared?

Bruce didn't know how much longer he could hide it from you. You were just too curious. He was afraid that if you found out, you'll think he was a monster and leave.

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    You heard the door open to your and Bruce's room. You sat up in bed to see Bruce stumbling in. At first you thought he was drunk but upon closer inspection, he was obviously injured. "Bruce!" You climbed out of bed and helped him sit down. He had already been patched up but how did he get these injuries. "How the hell did this happen?"

    "The business meeting went sour." He mumbled, laying down in bed. He gestured you to lay down next to him and you obliged.

    "So they beat your ass?" You asked, as Bruce turned out the lights.

    "It's nothing to worry about, darling." He told you, kissing the top of your head.

    You slowly nodded, not entirely believing him. "This conversation isn't over."

    Bruce chuckled, his eyes closed. "I know it isn't." His arm that was already wrapped around you pulled you closer. You lightly sighed, resting your head on Bruce's chest.

    By the time you had woken up, Bruce was already gone. You shook your head as you wandered into the bathroom. You quickly got ready for the day and headed downstairs where you were greeted by Alfred.

    "Good morning, Miss [Name]," he said, as he cooked something on the stove. "French toast and eggs." Alfred said, passing you the plate and your must have cup of coffee.

    "Thank you, Alfred." You said, taking a bite out of the french toast. "By any chance, do you know where Bruce is?" You asked, to this Alfred shrugged.

    "I'm sorry, but I don't know the whereabouts of Master Bruce. He left in a hurry, must be busy." Alfred knew exactly where Bruce was, but he was told to never tell you about Bruce being Batman. Bruce wanted to tell you when he was ready.

    You nodded, you thought Bruce was growing a bit distance. He sometimes disappeared at night and wouldn't be back until early morning. You trusted Bruce but you knew his history of being a playboy. You guys were going strong for three years and maybe Bruce was just tired of you.

    "Miss [Name], I was given a shopping list by Master Bruce. I hope you won't might staying home alone for a few hours." Alfred told you and you nodded.

    "I'll be fine, Alfred." You said, taking a sip out of your coffee.

    "I should get going." Alfred bid you goodbye and you just sat in the kitchen finishing your breakfast and texting a friend.

    After you were finished, you washed your dishes. Alfred always insisted you leave the dishes in the sink but you couldn't help it. You walked into the living room and sat on the couch, going through your social media.

    You head snapped up when you heard a loud bang go off. You hid behind the couch as you looked at the opening in the wall. A man with green hair and pale skin walked in, you quickly recognized him from the news. It was the one and only Joker.

    "Hello!" He sing songed, walking into the room with a machine gun in his hand. By his side was his sidekick, Harley Quinn. "Whose place was this again?" He asked one of his henchmen.

    "Um... I think Bruce Wayne's."

    Joker nodded, "Brucey! Are you home?" He asked, walking around.